Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Analyze This, artist - Beenie Man. Date of issue: 31.12.1999
Song language: English
Analyze This |
| Yea, I need you, I need you to hate |
| So I can use it for your energy |
| You know, its very sh_t, feel this! |
| America’s got a thing for this gangsta’s shit, they love me |
| Black Chuckies, black skullies, leather Pelle-Pelle |
| I take spit over raymo sh_t, I’ma fan |
| Got through the silver duck tape on my trait old handle |
| The women on my life bring confusion sh_t |
| SO like Nino when we new jack, I’ll have to cancel that b_tch |
| Look at me, this is the life I chose |
| Niggas around me so cold, man my heart dun froze up |
| Yo the empire on the low the narc’s don’t know I’m the weatherman |
| I take that coke leaf and make that snow |
| Sit back, watch it turn to dope, watch it go out the door |
| O after O, you know, homey I’m just triple beam, dreamin' |
| Niggas be schemin', I’m fiend to live a good life |
| The fiends just fiendin' |
| Conceal my weapon nice and easy so you can’t see |
| The penitentiary is definitely out the question for me |
| I want the finer things that’s in my life |
| So I hustle (hustle) |
| Nigga you get in my way when while I’m tryin to get mine |
| And I’ll buck you (buck you) |
| I don’t care who you run with, or where you from |
| Nigga fuck you (fuck you) |
| I want the finer things that’s in my life |
| So I hustle (hustle) |
| Yea, I don’t know sh_t about gymnastics I somersault bricks |
| Black thoughts start flyin, when a nigga flip |
| I cook crack in the microwave, niggas can’t f_ck with me |
| Man my cold days, they called me chef boyarfitty |
| Check my logic, smokers don’t like seeds in their weed sh_t |
| Send me two seeds hot grown with they need |
| Them ain’t cheap pet plants in the crib that’s chronic |
| And I’m sellin' them 500 a pop god damn it |
| I sold everythin' I’ma hustler, I know how to grind |
| Step on grapes put in water and tell you its wine |
| If you analyze me, what you’ll find is the DNA of a crook and |
| What goes in my mind, its contagious |
| Hypnotic, it sounds melodic |
| If the rap was the block or spider, I’ll be potent product |
| Now get a load of me, flashy, far from low key |
| And you can locate me where ever that dope be, be gettin' money man |
| Its a hustler’s ambition, close your eyes listen, see my vision |
| Mossberg pumpin', shotgun dumpin' and drama means nothin' |
| It’s part of the game, catch me in the coupe switchin' lanes |
| In the jewels with your chains |
| I upgrade from 30 B’s to clean V’s |
| Rocks that I copped proceeds from the spot |
| I got the energy to win, I’m full of adrenaline |
| Played it perf' and get nauseous, watchin' the spinner spin |
| I’ma plan to make it, a prisoner of the state |
| Now I can invite yo ass out to my estate |
| Them holi tip bent me up, but I’m back in shape |
| Pour Crystal in the blender and make a protein shake |
| I’m like the East coast number one playboy B |
| Hugh Hefner’ll tell you he don’t got sh_t on me |
| The feds watch me, icy they can’t stop me |
| Racist, pointin' at me look at the niggaracci |
| Hello! |